“There's an Edna St. Vincent Millay poem that's been rumbling around inside me ever since I first read it, and part of it goes: 'Blown from the dark hill hither to my door/ Three flakes, then four/ Arrive, then many more.' You can count the first three flakes, and the fourth. Then language fails, and you have to settle in and try to survive the blizzard” PoemSnowJohn GreenBlizzardTurtles All The Way DownEdna St Vincent MillaySnow Flake Book:Turtles All the Way Down Source: Turtles All the Way Down
“Snowflakes are the most beautiful and unique individual works of art created by God. When joined together they make everything around us peaceful and beautiful. So the same with the human race.” HumansWinterSnowPeacefulSnow Flake Author:Sotero M Lopez II